Immature poets steal

Apparently June is for post-graduation cleanup.

In a note to Michael Martone after last week's post I mentioned the lovely old house where he taught in 1989. Then later I had an odd thought: I know that building's address. Huh? Why would I know some old building's address?

Oh yeah. Michael, during office hours I stole your stationery.

Amazingly I not only still have it, but in an organizer untouched from 1990. From this chaffbook:

• P'N NCH was the shortform version of the Incredible Punchinello that Rudy Ruiz and I attempted. It stunk, but great name. Hebrew for Punch. I found it on the dining hall floor. Jerry Seinfeld would love it.

• Speaking of Hebrew, I won over my boss Naava Frank by recognizing her cardboard cutout as Green Esther. I'd love to talk politics with her now.

• I still don't have Rudy's address.

Robert Wellman Campbell, RSS Longa, 13 June 2024. T. S. Eliot, "Philip Massinger," Times Literary Supplement, 27 May 1919. Chaffbook, like Earthshots in 1996, is a Prosaic Mosaic, one tantalizing hit from a Google Gooseegg. Pretty funny!